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Measuring Depths
And she jumped on him like the fog in the night, there lay his hands on her, slowly buttering her flesh with all his might, swiftly...
Flashed Desires of a Phony
Follow the snake to that gold lit cave, reach the end of the tavern, resting beneath your footsteps, those, those, uncovered, holy...
Fools Gold
The inner feelings of a funny man, running desires of virtual dreamland blindly following the sandstones of that desert he could feel the...
A poetry blog, for the not so poet in you
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